Can't Get Enough by Criss Moody

Note: Part One written under the influence of Velvet Underground

Part Two written to Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstasy album

Part One -

Heat. A dry, raging heat that made the air thin and skin papery. This overwhelming element filled the blackness. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Nothing wet, nothing cool. Just unrelenting heat.

A pale nude figure glimmered into the dreamscape, her fiery hair almost lost amongst the glow of oranges, reds, blacks and yellows.

The body stretched, finding the limits of how far this space would let it turn and twist, sinuously exposing the pert pink nipples and the womanhood of this female figure. As the open tempting flesh rippled and undulated in reaction to the caress of heat on skin, hands and feet reached out in four opposing directions and found themselves trapped…by nothing. Green eyes flew open as the captured limbs struggled to free themselves, to no avail. The delicately shaped chest, crowned by two perfectly small breasts with soft brown nipples, heaved in a desperate attempt to draw in air. The dryness filled the woman's lungs. A sharp, raspy intake of breath ended suddenly as this body, this fiery figure, felt a preternaturally cool finger trace its way up her inner right thigh.

The hitch in the woman's breath eased, and then her soft pants quickly speeded up, inspired by the finger tracing smaller and smaller circles on the soft, white thigh. What….the finger paused, then slid unerringly up beyond the dark red curls protecting this figure's soft folds, which in turn protected her heated depths. Without warning, the spread-eagled figure felt a warm wetness, so welcome after the desperate dryness, slide down her inner walls, seeping through to the folds of flesh outside, and around the questing digit. The woman blushed, dark deep red, trying to hide her face by turning it into the softness beneath her. But hiding wasn't allowed here. An equally chilled hand grasped her chin to turn facing up. Her warm, paper dry mouth felt a finger, no, a thumb, slide along her bottom lip before asking permission to find a sweet, wet, hot home in the soft pliant mouth.

A gasp shot out of the redhead's mouth, and a puff of air flew out around the thumb. Unbidden, and almost unwillingly, tiny white teeth bit down lightly on the digit, settling into an abandoned nibbling and sucking motion as the thumb slid in and out of the mouth. This action, so blatantly sexual, sent bolts of liquid heat careening into the woman's center. The captured body undulated, hips raising, torso twisting, hands and finger splaying outwards in silent supplication. Please, goddess, please…

A snarl ripped through the heavy silence. One large, skin warmed hand captured the rolling hips, staying their needy lunges. A second, an hour, an eternity passed. In an instant, a cool cheek glided up the woman's thigh, to rest against the edge of the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. The woman whimpered when the now soaked thumb left her mouth, trailing a wet line down her arched neck, onto the swell of her chest. The wetness of her own saliva felt like a terrible mix of heaven and hell; a relief from the horrible dryness and a cool fire ripping apart her skin. The thumb, still a bit warm from the haven of the woman's mouth, stopped briefly at the needy, hard nipples to flick, to torment. Small white teeth sliced open dark pink lips in an attempt to keep silent, to keep still under this unrelenting sensual attack. Soon, two hands grasped the woman's hips, caressing, kneading, preparing the desperate flesh, desperate for cool, desperate for wet, desperate for anything that would stop the heat.

A sharp, keening cry flew out of the woman's throat as two thumbs spread open her now sopping folds, laying her open to assault, as something cool, wet, and hungry sucked in her plump, moist clitoris. Oh goddess…the cool slick suction….oh goddess…the woman could feel the edge, just before her, waiting, waiting…a scream erupted into the darkness as two sharp fangs sank into the tender flesh above her clit…

And Willow woke up.

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